She closed the door behind her, stepping into her suite tiredly. She had taken a walk through thethe hotel to enjoy the night - which meant to scan all the entries and possible exits. She took off her shoes and threw them aside, her movement causing the blazer to slide down her right shoulder. She felt a cold wave strike her skin and she quickly fixed it, the warm sensation returning to her skin. A trickle spread down her spine when she inhaled his scent again, and it triggered a shy smile under her blushed cheeks. She quickly shook it off. Damn. No one told her that Lance Hunter was that charming. Well, she was only human, anyone with eyes and ears would develop a slight crush on him. Those eyes of his, they had this hazel ring around his darted pupils, and the way his lips moved in harmony with the muscles of his neck would make anyone wonder what it's like to kiss him.

Bobbi was glad her plan included spending more time with him, maybe even seducing him. But she had to stay focused, she had never been compromised and she wasn't about to be compromised by some random man who managed to charm her. No, absolutely not. Barton would never shut up about it and she wasn't planning on giving him that satisfaction, not to mention she wasn't willing to throw her reputation off the roof. There was an obvious attraction between her and Lance, a sexual attraction. They were both good looking, and they knew it. Bobbi wondered why she couldn't stop thinking about her target, then she remembered she was wearing his blazer over her shoulders. His scent kept distracting her, that's why. She carefully lay the blazer down on the bed and went inside the bathroom to change. When she came out of the bathroom, wearing yoga shorts and a loose tank top she saw her phone had a new message.

'I'm here. See you tomorrow morning!

Izz'

Bobbi smiled, Isabelle Heartly was like a sister to her, hell she was like a sister to everyone. When they went on ops together, not only did they succeed but also had the best time. Izzy had always made Bobbi feel welcome, a part of her family, and she appreciated that. Unfortunately, just like any big sister, Izzy loved teasing her, and Bobbi hoped that she didn't notice she was slightly attracted to - god no. She would never hear the end of it.

'Going for a morning run, see you after that?' she replied. A few seconds later she got a reply.

'Ok, I'll be at the pool.'

Bobbi put her phone down on the nightstand, next to the clock that had the alarm set for 7AM. She was about to slide into bed when she saw the blazer at the foot of it. She smiled briefly and hung it in the closet. She slid under the covers and turned off the lights.

The run had refreshed her lungs, the air of the lake that - surprisingly - wasn't humid but refreshing, was very welcome by her organism. Her legs were a little sore from the run, she had accidentally picked a course that turned out to be a little bit more complicated than she thought. Regardless, it felt good to be able to do whatever she wanted, she could get used to this rich life. Lies, she'd miss the missions too much. Bobbi loved her job, she was dedicated to SHIELD and she loved that. Now, after giving herself that treat of the morning jog, it was time to go back to work. Izzy would be down at the pool, which meant Bobbi had to go to the pool and put up with those thirsty looks from old, lonely and disgusting men who would see her shine in that revealing yet elegant bikini of hers. She put on her dark blue bikini and grabbed her sunglasses and a beach bag. She put on her comfortable sandals and headed downstairs.

"The blazer." she thought to herself half-way down to the pool. It was too late anyways, so she stepped towards the pool and looked for her partner. She immediately felt the gazes from men, and women, that stared at her ass, or her breasts or her tan skin. She rolled her eyes under her shades, people were so predictable. She finally spotted her pale friend laying on an outside couch, under the shade, a mojito in her hand, showing off her black bikini. Bobbi dropped the bag near the table in front of the couch and sat next across from Heartly.

"Hey girl!" greeted Heartly while sitting up and putting her drink down on the table, "How's it going?" she smiled.

"Good, I made contact with the target." explained Bobbi.

"How much'd this one drool." joked Izzy.

"He didn't." smiled Bobbi looking down at her painted toe nails. "His jaw dropped a little, but he was very... chill."

"He made an impression, huh?" teased the more veteran agent.

"He kept his cool, I'll give him that." she answered staring at her friend fiercely. "You going to swim?"

"Nope." answered Izzy laying back down, "Go have fun kiddo." Bobbi rolled her eyes at the comment and stood up, gently dropping her dark shades on the white couch.

"Gonna go get a towel, don't want to see mysterious erections tent up while I walk around 'wet'." she joked. Izzy laughed and waved her off.

The towels were stacked in a pile under a small porch. They were light blue with white stripes and folded in four. Her hand reached down for one, but it accidentally met with another.

"Sorry." said a familiar voice. She looked up to find Lance Hunter pocketing his hands on his dark blue swimming suit. "Hey Bobbi." he smiled. Bobbi tugged her blonde curls behind her ear and stood up.

"Hey." she greeted. "Going for a swim, huh?" she said handing him a towel. He nodded and his right hand took the towel under his arm.

"Thanks." he said calmly. She noticed he was avoiding looking at her, probably trying to hold himself back. "You're fit." he complimented.

"I know, you don't look so bad yourself." she replied with a cheeky smile. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled, his hazel brown eyes making contact with her blue ones. He didn't look bad at all, he looked really good. Almost as good as her. He had well toned abs and pectorals, his muscles were very well defined, but he didn't look like he was made out of plastic.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

"Sure, wanna race?" she invited turning around, gently swaying her hips. He lost his breath for a second but quickly got it back, he snorted and followed her.

"Should I dare?" he called from behind her.

"As long as you're not a sore loser, you should be fine." she joked while slowing down so he could reach her and they could walk besides each other.

"Me? Being a sore loser? No!" he said pretending to be offended. She shook her head, "You're clearly going to win, but when I get taller and have larger reach, I might just have a chance." he joked.

"I think you're done growing, sorry." she said pretending to feel bad for him.

"You just broke my heart, love." he said plainly. They reached the tent where Izzy was soothingly laying.

"Hey Izz." greeted Bob, leaving her towel on the table.

"Hey~" smiled Izzy while standing up and crossing her arms. "Who's this?"

"This is Lance, Lance Hunter." introduced Bobbi.

"Cheers."

"So, you friend's with my girlfriend?" she asked. Hunter's jaw dropped for a split second.

"She's just kidding." smiled Bobbi while sitting down.

"See you're into good drinks." complimented Hunter when seeing the mojito on the table.

"Just a mojito." shrugged Izzy while sitting down across from Bobbi.

"The mojitos here are magical." he explained.

"Really? What would you say the best kind of alcohol is around here?" inquired Izzy, her rostrum curious.

"The same that is around the whole world." he smiled. "A lot."

"Hmm, I like you." complimented Izzy, "I'm Isabelle Heartly, nice to meet you."

"Likewise." he nodded, "Well, if you excuse me I'm going to take a swim. I need to warm up before racing , apparently she's going to kick my ass." he explained. He left the towel on Bobbi's one and started walking away.

"Might as well warm up the whole day, then." she warned. Hunter looked over his shoulder and winked, a devilish smile growing in the corner of his lips. As soon as he was far away enough Izzy glared at Bobbi. "What." she asked confused.

"You didn't say he was- that." complained Izzy. "Girl let's make sure seduction is part of the plan, you deserve some candy and Lance Hunter is yours."

"Oh please." laughed Bobbi.

"Did you see his package?" asked Izzy leaning forward, "Or were you too focused on his abs- God no I bet you were still processing that jaw line, maybe you didn't even get passed his perfectly shaped lips. No- did you get over his eyes?" Bobbi rolled her eyes.

"He's just a guy, Izz."

"A british, gorgeous, rich guy with a promising package. I would say that if you don't fuck him I will, but he's clearly after you."

"Who isn't?" she bragged.

"Go swim!" she barked.

Lance and Bobbi raced a few times, and she had to actually try a little to beat him. After the third race he dived under the water and grabbed her ankles, flipping her around, and she drowned. She quickly surfaced to find him grinning. She shook her head threateningly and begun chasing him, he swam as fast as he could, actually managing to run away from her. He managed to get out of the pool, but she was right behind him so she pushed him inside, but before he fell, he pulled her in with him. They fell into the pool, her head brushing his chest, and his arm instinctively wrapping around her waist to pull her up. When they surfaced their noses brushed and he let go of her, taking a short step back. He laughed and she hit him on the shoulder before laugh took over her too.

"Sore loser much?"

"Very. I'm a man." he joked. "And apparently, a short man." he noted, "I'm over here on my tiptoes and you're casually standing."

"Maybe I'm just tall." she bragged.

"Maybe." he shrugged. Bobbi rolled her eyes, he wasn't going to compliment her. She looked back at him, only to find him glancing at her, his eyes soft, and his lip corners slightly up. She felt her heart increase the beating rate, and she innocently bit her lower lip. His hand tugged her blonde curls behind her ear, subsequently cupping her chin and brushing his thumb gently over her cheekbones. She blushed instantly, a shy smile forcing her to look down. He removed his hand and they both walked out of the pool.

He took sharp breaths as Bobbi's wet skin dripped to the floor. She could feel his gaze from behind, so she turned around and offered him a hand. He hesitated at first, but he took it as soon as she smiled back at him. They finally got back to where Izzy was, and he let go of her hand to give her the white stripped cloth. She took it and smiled, but before he could reach for his, a man dressed wearing a black t-shirt and grey jeans popped up behind them.

"Hunter!" he called, "We gotta go!" he said. He looked at him and nodded.

"Ladies, please join us for lunch at the restaurant at 1." he invited while taking his towel.

"Hmm, maybe." flirted Bobbi biting the tip of her finger to hide her smile.

"We'll be there." answered Izzy annoyed at Bobbi's attitude.